Deadlines are approaching, panic is encroaching, choices are limited. From this day forward, I must do nothing but write, write, write my book.
With all the information I’ve amassed, my day-to-day experiences in this magnificent country, and the interviews I’ve collected, I can tell you that I’ve made discoveries that have surprised and delighted me. That’s why I must write them so that I can share with you.
The way I look at it, if I’ve been in this business of fashion/lifestyle/beauty reporting for more years than we need to quantify at this moment and I’ve learned new tricks and treats, chances are you too will be surprised by what I’ll tell you.
That being said, it’s time for me to organize and attack. An amazingly talented young French illustrator has just signed her contract with Rizzoli and she and I will plot our complicity which will include the logistics of what goes where, and how to best show, tell and amuse through her designs designed to compliment the words.
Now you have the back story or the forward story in this case which means I must — as much as I hate to do this because I’m addicted to you –write fewer posts. I think most of the time three will be my limit and of course I’m always counting on the kindness of friends to help me accomplish that number.
You know how much you mean to me and how you have — without being trite — changed my life in ways you cannot even imagine.
A la semaine prochaine my dearest, darling friends.